Time: 2:30 - 4:05 PM | Location: Sweet Spot Bakery
Bonnie smiled brightly as another customer entered, a man only a bit older than herself.
"Hi!" She greeted.
"Good afternoon!" he returned "Now, I know this is a long shot but you wouldn't happen to have any of your gingerbread cookies and cranberry cupcakes left would you? I'm trying to bribe my sister into coming to the festival with me tonight." Bonnie nodded firmly.
"Though, if you come with me instead I would be more then pleased and I wont have to bribe my sister into being my date." He continued, with a flirtatious wink. Bonnie laughed good naturedly, though her cheeks did colour. She held her hands up.
"I'm flattered, but, sorry, I'm going with the family. We're new, so it's our first of these." She explained. "Might see you there though." She turned back to the display of their baked goods.
"We've got plenty of cranberry cupcakes. A travesty really, so few people in this town seem to appreciate the humble cranberry." She dipped into the display counter's trays, and picked out one of their cranberry cupcakes. She also grabbed one of their paper bags and put the cupcake inside as she stood back up.
"Now, as for the gingerbread, we got some options..." She began. However, as she straightened, she noticed someone else had joined them in the bakery. She seemed... Distinctly odd. Another one? Just how many people in this town had this weird... Aura? Feeling? Thing about them? She puttered out for a split second, but quickly recovered. If there was one thing Bonnie's career as a fairy godmother had taught her, it was that fairy godmothers had to be able to adjust to strange situations on the fly. She'd find out what was strange about these people later. She put her smile back on her face.
"Oh, hi! I'll be right with you in a jiffy, once this man has his bribes." She assured the girl. She tore her eyes away to look back at the man.
"So, your gingerbread cookies, if you want plain gingerbread, we got the leaves or the scarecrows." She plucked out one of her recently transformed gingerbread leaves, and a smiling gingerbread scarecrow, and held both up as examples. "One of each maybe?"
Another girl entered, yet again with the strange aura so many people around here seemed to carry. Bonnie looked around at the gathering crush in the bakery with mild alarm. This might get a little chaotic unless...
"Hey, Bon Bon!" Came a familiar voice, as if summoned. God, but if her dad didn't have the best timing in the world. Even if he did enter with her silliest nickname. Jenny came squeezing by the crowd that had gathered in Sweet Spot. She quickly ducked under the counter, and threw her arms around Bonnie's waist.
"Hey, guys! good day at school?" Bonnie asked, looking down at her baby sister.
"Yeah!" Jenny answered.
"Great, but you're gonna have to tell me about it later. Dad, mind ringing this guy up while I handle these girls?" With that, Jenny detached herself and darted through to the back kitchen, out of the way. With a nod, their dad put his pale blue Sweet Spot apron back on and switched places with Bonnie, coming to stand behind the counter himself.
"Now, what was that you wanted, son?" He said.
Leaving him to it, Bonnie turned back to the girls. So many people in this town seemed to have that odd feeling, yet these two seemed to have... Similar odd feelings. But, she put it out of her mind once more. They'd not actually done anything odd, unless you counted walking into a bakery and not asking for anything immediately. Honestly, given the forming line, that was quite considerate of them.
"And what were you ladies looking for?" She asked brightly. However, before she got an answer, another man entered the shop and squeezed in at the counter.
"Business is booming today, isn't it?" He said with a grin. "Bonnie, is it?"
"Bonnie Fortenberry, nice to meet you." She smiled and laughed. "Honestly, I don't think there's been this many people in here at once until today."
"Could you do me a solid and get me a black coffee? No rush though, I can see you're very busy." He said. Bonnie nodded quickly.
"Sure, our coffee is like..." She turned to quickly consult the takeout coffee menu hanging behind her. "Two dollars ninety--" Before she could finish, he put down a twenty with a wink.
"Keep the change." Then he motioned to the tables outside the bakery. Which technically belonged to the sandwich shop next door, but nobody had said anything yet about Sweet Spot's customers using them. Heck, at this point those tables carried both of their menus. It was a beautiful friendship.
"I'll be out there, yeah?" Bonnie nodded a little dumbly. Twenty dollars for a three dollar cup of coffee. That was generous enough for Bonnie to feel a little guilty. A quick, silent conversation passed between Bonnie and her dad, as he rang up the guy, and handed Bonnie a five dollar bill. Well, apparently she wasn't the only one. She brewed the coffee in it's little light blue cardboard takeout cup. Her dad looked up as she stepped back out of the kitchen.
"Once we're done with these ladies, we'll starting closing up." He said. Bonnie nodded her understanding, and started making her way around the counter. Then, as she took the coffee out to the guy, she nabbed a sugar cookie from the display bowl in the window on impulse. Even with the unsolicited change, he'd more than paid for it. She went out and placed both in front of him, and handed him the five.
"Our coffee is three bucks, a twenty is a little much." She said with a slightly awkward laugh, as she reached up and fiddled with one strand of her hair. "So I guess enjoy the complimentary cookie?" She dipped one hand into her apron pocket, where she kept some sugar packets, and handed him some.
"For your coffee, if you need it."
With that, she headed back in, to help her dad with the last two customers before the Sweet Spot closed for the day, and the Fortenberrys headed home to prepare for the festival.
"Hi!" She greeted.
"Good afternoon!" he returned "Now, I know this is a long shot but you wouldn't happen to have any of your gingerbread cookies and cranberry cupcakes left would you? I'm trying to bribe my sister into coming to the festival with me tonight." Bonnie nodded firmly.
"Though, if you come with me instead I would be more then pleased and I wont have to bribe my sister into being my date." He continued, with a flirtatious wink. Bonnie laughed good naturedly, though her cheeks did colour. She held her hands up.
"I'm flattered, but, sorry, I'm going with the family. We're new, so it's our first of these." She explained. "Might see you there though." She turned back to the display of their baked goods.
"We've got plenty of cranberry cupcakes. A travesty really, so few people in this town seem to appreciate the humble cranberry." She dipped into the display counter's trays, and picked out one of their cranberry cupcakes. She also grabbed one of their paper bags and put the cupcake inside as she stood back up.
"Now, as for the gingerbread, we got some options..." She began. However, as she straightened, she noticed someone else had joined them in the bakery. She seemed... Distinctly odd. Another one? Just how many people in this town had this weird... Aura? Feeling? Thing about them? She puttered out for a split second, but quickly recovered. If there was one thing Bonnie's career as a fairy godmother had taught her, it was that fairy godmothers had to be able to adjust to strange situations on the fly. She'd find out what was strange about these people later. She put her smile back on her face.
"Oh, hi! I'll be right with you in a jiffy, once this man has his bribes." She assured the girl. She tore her eyes away to look back at the man.
"So, your gingerbread cookies, if you want plain gingerbread, we got the leaves or the scarecrows." She plucked out one of her recently transformed gingerbread leaves, and a smiling gingerbread scarecrow, and held both up as examples. "One of each maybe?"
Another girl entered, yet again with the strange aura so many people around here seemed to carry. Bonnie looked around at the gathering crush in the bakery with mild alarm. This might get a little chaotic unless...
"Hey, Bon Bon!" Came a familiar voice, as if summoned. God, but if her dad didn't have the best timing in the world. Even if he did enter with her silliest nickname. Jenny came squeezing by the crowd that had gathered in Sweet Spot. She quickly ducked under the counter, and threw her arms around Bonnie's waist.
"Hey, guys! good day at school?" Bonnie asked, looking down at her baby sister.
"Yeah!" Jenny answered.
"Great, but you're gonna have to tell me about it later. Dad, mind ringing this guy up while I handle these girls?" With that, Jenny detached herself and darted through to the back kitchen, out of the way. With a nod, their dad put his pale blue Sweet Spot apron back on and switched places with Bonnie, coming to stand behind the counter himself.
"Now, what was that you wanted, son?" He said.
Leaving him to it, Bonnie turned back to the girls. So many people in this town seemed to have that odd feeling, yet these two seemed to have... Similar odd feelings. But, she put it out of her mind once more. They'd not actually done anything odd, unless you counted walking into a bakery and not asking for anything immediately. Honestly, given the forming line, that was quite considerate of them.
"And what were you ladies looking for?" She asked brightly. However, before she got an answer, another man entered the shop and squeezed in at the counter.
"Business is booming today, isn't it?" He said with a grin. "Bonnie, is it?"
"Bonnie Fortenberry, nice to meet you." She smiled and laughed. "Honestly, I don't think there's been this many people in here at once until today."
"Could you do me a solid and get me a black coffee? No rush though, I can see you're very busy." He said. Bonnie nodded quickly.
"Sure, our coffee is like..." She turned to quickly consult the takeout coffee menu hanging behind her. "Two dollars ninety--" Before she could finish, he put down a twenty with a wink.
"Keep the change." Then he motioned to the tables outside the bakery. Which technically belonged to the sandwich shop next door, but nobody had said anything yet about Sweet Spot's customers using them. Heck, at this point those tables carried both of their menus. It was a beautiful friendship.
"I'll be out there, yeah?" Bonnie nodded a little dumbly. Twenty dollars for a three dollar cup of coffee. That was generous enough for Bonnie to feel a little guilty. A quick, silent conversation passed between Bonnie and her dad, as he rang up the guy, and handed Bonnie a five dollar bill. Well, apparently she wasn't the only one. She brewed the coffee in it's little light blue cardboard takeout cup. Her dad looked up as she stepped back out of the kitchen.
"Once we're done with these ladies, we'll starting closing up." He said. Bonnie nodded her understanding, and started making her way around the counter. Then, as she took the coffee out to the guy, she nabbed a sugar cookie from the display bowl in the window on impulse. Even with the unsolicited change, he'd more than paid for it. She went out and placed both in front of him, and handed him the five.
"Our coffee is three bucks, a twenty is a little much." She said with a slightly awkward laugh, as she reached up and fiddled with one strand of her hair. "So I guess enjoy the complimentary cookie?" She dipped one hand into her apron pocket, where she kept some sugar packets, and handed him some.
"For your coffee, if you need it."
With that, she headed back in, to help her dad with the last two customers before the Sweet Spot closed for the day, and the Fortenberrys headed home to prepare for the festival.